Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Can,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.